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Murder Is But A Memory


The man slowly stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, over 6 feet. His suit was such a dark shade of blue it almost looked black; his shirt was a light powder blue shade with a dark blue tie. He had a navy velvet homburg cocked on his head, with small tufts of sandy brown hair showing underneath. He had on a pair of black leather gloves and was holding a .45 caliber Remington M1911 semi-automatic pistol, which had a 7-round magazine, but should only contain six bullets, considering one was now buried in Sal's chest cavity.

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